Changing Days

Another poem to clear my head

Emotions rise and fall like the changing of the moon
What you think could be can be lost too soon
If you stand on the cliff rather than jump
You'll find yourself alone trying to swallow a lump

Leaning over the ledge staring into the sea
looking for a hint of what could be
The mist of the waves clashing with my tears
As I stand on the edge trying to overcome my fears

As the night leads into a red dawn
I can't help but think of you while your gone
Your beauty far surpasses that of the morning sun
Yet my feet stay planted like they can't be undone

I stumble back from the edge and fall to my knees
Thinking of you warms me like the morning breeze
I open my mouth and attempt to speak
But it tightly closes for I am too weak